You're the book that I read at night.
You're the flower that I water at night.
You're the poem that I write at night.
You're the movie that I watch at night.
You're the song that I listen to at night.
You're the game I play at night.
You're the snacks that I eat at night.
You're the art that I sketch at night.
You're the bike that I ride at night.
You're the pillow that I cry upon at night.
You're the moon that I talk to at night.
You're the star that I admire at night.
You're the air that I breathe at night.
You're the music that I compose at night.
You're the candle that I light at night.
You're the teddy that I hug at night.

Nightmares asleep, nightmares awake
No where to run, no place to escape
Success is crushed, beaten to the ground
Silent cries of help that make no sound
My mind races as I try to sleep
Battling to put my mind at ease
My body feels weighed down and heavy
My brain is hyperaware of every
Little noise that creeps in
Paranoid that it's an impending sin
I try to sleep, I try to sleep
It doesn't work, I don't succeed
I'm asking myself "what's wrong with me?"
"What's the point?" I'm saying
Its all just frustrating
I'm left taunted by freedom, held down by chains
Questioning all of this sleepless pain

Do you know the true meaning of sleepless nights ? It's not staying up watching tv & on your phone ; it's drowning deep in thoughts all alone , having nightmares when your eyes shut & fighting back tears.
Sitting up or laying down thinking you overcame them but just encounter new fears , heartaches , depression & maybe a life at stake .
Ever just stared at the ceiling or stars ,wanting to be up there ? Free from mistakes & bypassing thoughts of death as these sleepless nights then become routine & the screams grow louder in protest for you to give up & in to this not thick but thin life.
These oh so sleepless nights are dreadful & exhausting physically & emotionally but when it happens all you can do is hope to sleep again .
  
                                    ~Chilled

Turning nocturnal
Eternally slipping deeper
Into sleepless abyss
Darkness shrouds
Thoughts drowning
Crowding internal
Futile attempts
My vile mind can't find peace

Awake but paralysed
Open eyes
But anaesthetised
Restraining
Taming fury that abides
Inside
Cold to the core
Unsure
What it's all for

Amidst the solace of a night
When all appears as if it's right
I look towards the Eastern shore
And realize that it's black no more.

The sky in hues of purple-blue
Gives hint that soon the sun will rise
I listen for the silence which brings peace to all my sleepless nights
But in its place the birds awake
They're chirping should bring peace to most
But not to me, not when I see, through reddened deadened weary eyes
Which haven't had the peace of sleep
Not on this very night at least

At least if sleep brought constant peace
The chirping birds would be so sweet
Instead when sleep comes randomly
The solace of the dead of night is dreaded with the end in sight

The sky now hues of softer blues
The sounds of morning traffic grows
The sun breaks over Eastern shores
If only I could see in it the beauty that most others see

But it's been years of sleepless nights
And years of dreading morning light
But soon enough the sky so bright
Will call me forth into the sun
And then, sometimes, I feel it's worth
I see the birds
I see the world
And everything seems to be right
If only for a moment I find peace and that's a cherished thought.

Painted gold and set afire
Sky embraces earth, eternal
Conversation of light & darkness, serenaded by melodies of awakened life......  do not sleep yet

Arise....walk out to greet the Night

And Even if we miss the SUNset, the afterglow still rewards us for heading out to walk water's edge lit by glowing embers of dusk

Immortal

I lay sleepless... waked
You're love he comes again
I lie asleep but broken
You'll forget my heart you'd stolen

Forget not what I am
For you, I, "the Summer of Sam"
Ponder you thoughts will lose
(Pitty)
Memoirs of me you choose

My gazers light as sky.
My portrait pale as I die.
My love lost to a him
My life again but a dim

Worry not of me
My face you'll never again see
I will walk this road
And life itself... I loathe

A sick rose I am, for
never I'd love a soul more
Live long and be free
Never worry of me.

I'll lay here asleep
Your love, him, has come
I'll lie here forever broken
For my heart, by you, it was stolen.

The more I recall the
things you ranted,
the more angry I feel towards you,
and all the less enchanted.

Countless hours,
Sleepless nights,
He couldn't write any more.
As he opened a new page every time,
His thoughts got lost in the crisp air,
As nothing came out from his pen.
He kept thinking on,
When did he stop writing,
A moment of when it all start.
And then it hits,
It was always her,
She was always the poem.